Post by ¤TRAMP¤ on Aug 14, 2009 13:08:19 GMT -5
The rhythym of the city,
[/size][/right]Syncopation. The city of Citagazze was full of it, like any other. Tramp observed this from his perch on top of an unoccupied, stationary vehicle. How the steam rising from the gutters matched that of the hot sun shimmering off of the blacktop. How the sounds of metal and revolutions of engines, construction, and conversation, sounded like music. The humans sure seemed to have a nice, hot set going on here. However, like all canines in his position, there was a much wiser point of view to be held. For instance, just now, Tramp was quite rudely being reprimanded and run-off by the obvious owner of said vehicle; a flurry of flying limbs and swears followed the amused, retreating stray.
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